God knows how many times Mrs. has self-picked, but they didn't dare to win because... the boss kept discarding tiles to Mrs.
But they didn't expect Mrs. to have such a bad hand that it took this long to win...
...
"You owe me, pay up!" Summer Shawcross looked excitedly at Noah Drexler, holding out her hand towards him.
Seeing her money-grubbing look, Noah Drexler couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, his thin lips curling slightly.
He lifted his hand, took out a card from his pocket, and tossed it to her directly.
"No password." He said casually.
Upon seeing this, Summer Shawcross glanced at the no-limit card and was momentarily stunned.
"Forget it, let's put it on hold for now!"
She pouted, considering that losing a game of mahjong didn't need so much money.
Then she picked up a cup of tea nearby and took a sip.
Seeing her not taking the card, Noah Drexler couldn't help but frown, a hint of displeasure flashing across his handsome face.
